F. Jason Whitaker
Writer
Category: Fiction
When Words Fail…
I see the stars. I see the trampoline. I hear your voice in the dark. I feel your skin between my fingers. I think so much of what could have been. I imagine us now if there had been more to us then. I…
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You and My Memories
If I never hear from you I will never miss the words you could have said. I look back in time and memory to when you kissed me. I travel in time if only in memory to relive what we once had. You are…
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Waiting on Love
The snow falls. It’s cold so I button my coat. I watch the snow drift down. It land and dissolves. It freezes. Snow falling but no snow on the ground. I walk as the flakes surround me. I reach out my arms. They gather…
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For a Moment
I wait alone for someone that will never appear. The sky is a blue canvas waiting for clouds. The sun is high in the sky. I pace wondering why I’m here. I walk home alone. Am I desperate? Strangers met online met in a…
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Empty Room
The car sat idle as I imagined going somewhere but I had no intention of going anywhere. I turned the key knowing I could have driven away from here. I could be on the road now heading somewhere far away from her but I’m…
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A Memory of Melrose
A memory dances upon my mind. I sit up, looking around my tiny room. It’s empty. I moved into this room at the back of a building only a few days ago. My clothes are the only thing on the floor beside me. It’s…
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High on Santa Monica Blvd.
All I can think about are the lights across the street and how beautiful they look at the moment. I think I’m having a conversation with a friend but i’m uncertain if I’m the only one speaking. I keep talking afraid to find out…
